A/N: Ahem. Pardon my French!
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Prologue:
Jimmy Kosinski was pissed as he left the J. Edgar Hoover building, FBI headquarters in downtown Washington, D.C. Just who the fuck did Seeley Booth think he was, having Jimmy brought into the FBI for interrogation by some piss-ant little agent who tried to intimidate him and demand he drop a $30k debt? It's not his fault that Seeley Booth got in over his fucking head. He's just a humble business man and people who lose a bet have to pay up in order for him to pay what he owes to those who win. That's the simple math and Jimmy sure as shit didn't appreciate being yanked around by some Feeb who thought their holier-than-thou job entitled them to privileges the rest of the fucking population wasn't entitled to. Fucking asshole. Jimmy didn't need this shit. Putting the fucking law onto his ass was a god damned violation of the "gentlemen's agreement" between a bookie and his mark. As far as he was concerned, Agent Booth's little stunt at attempted intimidation just ran out the clock on Jimmy's good will. It was time to pay up now or pay the fucking consequences.